StarreLite

[Aomine Daiki x Gamer!reader]                         Your hands clenched around the controller as your fingers pressed and twisted its buttons at a fast pace, driven by experience and an uncontrollable desire to win the game. Eyes locked on the flashing screen of your TV as your body lay across the bed, your focus was impossible to disturb and your mind avoided distractions without much trouble. You had it under control — the game was yours to win; there was no way in hell you were about to lose. As the experiences gamer you were, your pride was as strong as your grip on the controller. You played for the thrill, but also for victor

In a world where you can’t lie to your soulmate… You never really talked to Robin that much whenever you were in Mount Justice, but whenever you did, you found yourself unable to lie to the mysterious boy. You weren’t sure if he’d noticed that you couldn’t lie to him, or even if he’d noticed that he couldn’t lie to you. But you tried to not let the lack of lies between the two of you garner any advantage for you, so you hadn’t asked him who he really was or anything. You just mutely went along with what he told you, and occasionally talked on missions, but generally you made your truthfulness a

(A/N: Takes place after the first season of Haikyuu, so this is a spoiler warning! Read at your own risk!) Tanaka was wandering the halls of Karasuno without really paying attention to where he was going. It was frustrating. That bitter feeling of having scratched and crawled their way up to be beaten by that Oikawa and his Aobajosai team. And they'd been especially hard on Tanaka himself for part of the game, trying to break his spirit and his nerves. It made him want to hit something, he was so frustrated with the results. “Tanaka!” He paused, turning slightly to see who was calling him. And he started slightly at seeing

"So, if I'm your blood bank at the moment, what happens when I die?" You lay in bed awake, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of the male's (fake) steady breathing pattern despite his unmoving heart. Mikasa and Eren were somewhere outside although it was dark and late, keeping up with their reputation of creatures of the night. "You don't need to think that far." His cold voice was deep but tender and you soon came to realise you enjoyed the feeling of his cold palm on the top of your head. "That's for me to worry about." You glanced at him with confusion written on your face, but his facial expression didn't change - in the

[Aomine Daiki x Gamer!reader]                         Your hands clenched around the controller as your fingers pressed and twisted its buttons at a fast pace, driven by experience and an uncontrollable desire to win the game. Eyes locked on the flashing screen of your TV as your body lay across the bed, your focus was impossible to disturb and your mind avoided distractions without much trouble. You had it under control — the game was yours to win; there was no way in hell you were about to lose. As the experiences gamer you were, your pride was as strong as your grip on the controller. You played for the thrill, but also for victor

Your eyes were heavy with sleep, the dim morning sun warming your face. Something poked your side, causing you to let out an annoyed hum. You hesitantly opened your eyes, blinking slowly. “Good morning,” a familiar voice called. Before you could react, a soft kiss touches your brow. Your drowsy eyes looked to your right, seeing your beloved Josuke. His hair was a bit messy; a few rogue hairs stuck out and hung over his face. Your attention briefly shifted to his shirtless chest before looking back at his face, his pouty lips curved in a devious smile, “Were you dreaming about me?” “I dunno,” you rubbed y

{ ♫ } Favourite friend, I live in a hologram with you; The last time you came to this park with Miyuki, he was still five inches shorter than you. It feels like each time you meet up with him after long periods of not seeing each other's faces, he looms over you more and more. Not much has changed, in terms of the park. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia in the pleasantly mellow evening. The air is refreshing, and if you listen carefully, there's a buzzing of crickets and fluttering of wings in the distance. You lift your head towards the sky, admiring the beautiful chaos of orange, purple, and magenta blooming above. For some reaso